D. A. E. WALLACE

D. A. E. WALLACE(SOMERVILLE)

I willcut you wands of willow,I will fetch you catkins yellowFor a sign of March....I've a snowy silken pillowFor my head, you foolish fellow—I've no love for March!Get me buckles, bring me laces,Amber beads and chrysoprases,Fans and castanets!...Lady, in the sunny placesI can find you early daisiesAnd sweet violets.

I willcut you wands of willow,I will fetch you catkins yellowFor a sign of March....I've a snowy silken pillowFor my head, you foolish fellow—I've no love for March!

I willcut you wands of willow,

I will fetch you catkins yellow

For a sign of March....

I've a snowy silken pillow

For my head, you foolish fellow—

I've no love for March!

Get me buckles, bring me laces,Amber beads and chrysoprases,Fans and castanets!...Lady, in the sunny placesI can find you early daisiesAnd sweet violets.

Get me buckles, bring me laces,

Amber beads and chrysoprases,

Fans and castanets!...

Lady, in the sunny places

I can find you early daisies

And sweet violets.

Timesleeps—Hush ye: go light—Time sleepsBy day and by night.Be your treadSofter than feet of the dead,Lest he wakeAnd his heart break.Stern bells,Muffle your chime;He dreams—Suffer the dreams of Time!To the patter of ilex leaves,To the sound of birds in the eaves,To the sibilant wings of a doveTime dreams—of his love.

Timesleeps—Hush ye: go light—Time sleepsBy day and by night.Be your treadSofter than feet of the dead,Lest he wakeAnd his heart break.

Timesleeps—

Hush ye: go light—

Time sleeps

By day and by night.

Be your tread

Softer than feet of the dead,

Lest he wake

And his heart break.

Stern bells,Muffle your chime;He dreams—Suffer the dreams of Time!To the patter of ilex leaves,To the sound of birds in the eaves,To the sibilant wings of a doveTime dreams—of his love.

Stern bells,

Muffle your chime;

He dreams—

Suffer the dreams of Time!

To the patter of ilex leaves,

To the sound of birds in the eaves,

To the sibilant wings of a dove

Time dreams—of his love.

Therehas come to me a lover,O ye winds and waters,With a house for my abidingFull of looking-glass and silk,And a palfrey for my ridingWhite as milk,And the tresses of kings' daughtersSpun with pearls, my head to cover!There has come to me a lover,O ye winds and waters!And I kissed him for his kindnessTo a beggar-maiden....I, with strong white feet for goingAt my fancy everywhere;With the wind of heaven blowingThrough my hair:With my dwelling star-beladen—Verily I mocked his blindness!But I kissed him for his kindnessTo a beggar-maiden.

Therehas come to me a lover,

O ye winds and waters,

With a house for my abiding

Full of looking-glass and silk,

And a palfrey for my riding

White as milk,

And the tresses of kings' daughters

Spun with pearls, my head to cover!

There has come to me a lover,

O ye winds and waters!

And I kissed him for his kindnessTo a beggar-maiden....I, with strong white feet for goingAt my fancy everywhere;With the wind of heaven blowingThrough my hair:With my dwelling star-beladen—Verily I mocked his blindness!But I kissed him for his kindnessTo a beggar-maiden.

And I kissed him for his kindness

To a beggar-maiden....

I, with strong white feet for going

At my fancy everywhere;

With the wind of heaven blowing

Through my hair:

With my dwelling star-beladen—

Verily I mocked his blindness!

But I kissed him for his kindness

To a beggar-maiden.

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